Well, kids....this shit is just getting better and better ( Read more... )

Well, it didn't fit through the front door...fuck!

I'm getting a couch tomorrow. I only hope it fits through the front door.....I seem to completely ignore everything any male says to me - they are a bunch of idiots. One female said, 'you better figure that'. The other said, 'oh, don't worry about it. I'm sure it will be fine'. I decided to follow the latter, but the former will always stress ( Read more... )

The change is working out for the better. I met some neighbors on Friday. That was good, but man it is really taxing to get to know new people. I can manage it, but I don't look forward to it ( Read more... )

A little closer. I'm really dragging this out, but it is random nights like this when the singer throws out his back and practice is canceled that I get a chance to do some more unpacking. I'm down to just a few boxes and hanging of some pictures - on brick walls which I've never done (a bit nervous about that ( Read more... )

Once I'm organized this place is going to fucking rock. Right now I have stuff all over the place, I can't find the carpet for my shower (I think it is in the Jetta) and all I have in the fridge is beer (yeah, I'm that guy all of a sudden - I will say I do have some leftover soup I made a month or so ago in the freezer). Sadly, I don't think I'll ( Read more... )

Sitting in the new place. No bed, no couch (that ain't no thang), one beer and three Gatorades in the fridge, lots of boxes, only one guitar, no posters, the white noise of a box fan....one big smile ( Read more... )

Just about to disconnect the internets. This is all she wrote from 200 Summit Blvd. Until tomorrow.

Slightly unexpected visitor. Lots of packing. A show with an old buddy. Wonderful to be hanging out with him again ( Read more... )

Played piano.